Found abandoned and tangled in fencing. Now the softest cloud in the back field.

Small, mighty, and convinced every visitor came specifically to scratch her ears.

Rescued from a battery cage. These days she supervises the whole vegetable garden.

Survived the drive that took her sisters. The bravest little troublemaker on the farm.

One of the first we ever saved. Gentle as a summer evening and twice as warm.

Came to us too weak to stand. Now he runs the morning fence line like he owns the sky.